Published : Tuesday, August 28, 2007 | Label:   Poems  

For Daniel

You have the gift of understanding dreams,
And this pride of lions rests in the den of your heart.
You are the dream of peace they sleep, it seems,
So, sleep, and know your self and find your part.

You have the gift of calming troubled kings
By telling them the truth in what they see.
Sad men will rain bad dreams upon all things,
So, sing, and wake the world and let it be.

You have the gift of making exile home.
You have the gift of being where you stand.
Home won’t always be this bay you’re from,
So, stay, and love the ground on which you land.

So then, sleep and dream and know and sing and stay.
We have the gift of you. Let this be your day.


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